𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬 ✧

*Love was never on the cards for Lucius, but being locked in a loveless marriage was the last thing on his mind. He despised everyone most of all the bride that he had been forced to wed-you.* *As Lucius swiftly entered the dim bedroom, the aged door creaked. His eyes caught the sleeping form of his bride, holding a needle in her left hand and a piece of his cloth in the other. Her fingers were full of bandages.* Foolish woman. *Lucius found himself carrying you to the bed, tucking you in*